In trying to get out from the throng--being at length weary of the long-winded talk of the preacher--we trod upon the feet of a worthy divine.

He, refusing to receive our apologies, took the matter roughly, and seeing that the crowd of Puritans around were going to treat us as malignant roisterers, we took the liberty of driving the hat of our assailant over his eyes, and bolting.

Assuredly, had we been caught, we should have been put in the stocks and whipped, even if worse pains and penalties had not befallen us, for ill-treatment of one of those who are now the masters of London." "It was a foolish freak," the captain said, "and in these days such freaks are treated as crimes.

It is well that I came along.

What do you purpose to do now ?" "We would fain be put ashore, sir, somewhere in Kent, so that we may make our way back again.